Our second son (in age), has a lot of trouble sleeping. He has sleep apnea, apparently. He's probably going to have his tonsils removed sometime later this summer. My husband, who happens to be an expert on these things, has been gently preparing me for this for some time. We saw an ENT physician for another issue earlier in the summer, and when Dr. H got a look at his tonsils, he started asking questions about his sleep:
-does he wake up and still feel tired?
-does he move around a lot in his sleep?
-does he snore?
I answered in the affirmative to all of the above. I was shocked at the possibility of facing surgery, especially because our reason for the appointment had been something entirely different. My husband, on the other hand, was not surprised. He knew I just needed to get my mind around it.
Anyway, some nights are worse for our little guy than others. Last night was a doozy:
1:00am jumps into bed with us
2:00am little sister cries, so I get in bed with her because our bed is too full
3:00am Vic starts asking questions about his Daddy's snoring ("can't you take a medicine to stop that snoring?")
3:30am gives up on sleeping with Dad and comes upstairs with little sister and Mom
4:50am sits straight up in bed and starts asking questions in full voice: "can't I take some medicine to go
back to sleep?" / "when you say it's almost morning, do you mean it's almost midnight or almost daylight?"
7:00am big sister's alarm goes off for her softball game. I begrudgingly drag my sorry carcass out of bed.
8:00am Vic wakes up for the day and stumbles downstairs. He looks like he could benefit from some coffee.
We're all going to the softball game this morning in our pajamas.
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